You so took the cake

In 2006, I did the Alice series - a story of my divorce. There is humour always in tragedy. I woke oneday and felt compelled to do the Alice series. The paintings sold and people started asking for prints. This led me to doing a book of prints and prose.
Below are the images and prose that went with each work. The books are still made to order.

                                                                   'twas a teaparty
                                                                    - is what it was
                                                    Delicious
                                                        delectable
                                                                delightful
                                                                         delovely...
                                                                                Sugar dusted
                                                                                        frosted coated
                                                                   a truly yummy affair...
                                                           i watched you quaff nursery tea
                                                                   & dust plump crumbs
                                                                    from off of your smock..
                                                                              mock! (me)
                                                                   - in my prettiest frock
                                                                            (shock!)
                                                                     Greedy eyes you slid
                                                                                  everywhich way
                                                                     whilst shoveling cake
                                                                           into your
                                                                                 blushing
                                                                                      crushing
                                                                                             cheeks

                                                                            "oops!
                                                                 there goes your heart"
                                                                                      -she cried
                                                (whilst blushing like the stood-up bride)
                                                                  fumbling with my pride
                                                                                  - i couldnt catch it
                                                                                       even if i tried!
                                                 it went whizzing past
                                                              at such a pace
                                                                      i lost my footing
                                                                                    in the race...

                                                              you so took the cake...
                                                         ( even saw you lick the plate)
                                                                    you did'nt wait,
                                                          guzzled at an alarming rate

                                                         ...frosting, filling, icing too
                                                      ..the cherries & the macaroons!
                                                          down the hatch one & all
                                                                and then you asked
                                                        :-"could i have some more?"

                                                                 grabbed the plate
                                                                   (for pity sake)
                                                    you even took the wedding cake!

                                                      ...and then-
                                                        "Oh dearie me, i think i lost the key
                                                                      (to your heart)
                                                       - can't quite get the lock to part!
                                                            -oh where,
                                                                     oh where
                                                                             do i start?"

                                                                'neath saucers & tea cups
                                                                  'neath pillows & books
                                                                   in crannies & corners
                                                                  'neath pots & in nooks...

                                                                   i simply cannot find it
                                                                  - oh where could it be?
                                                                       i could'nt
                                                                             i could'nt
                                                                                have mislaid the key!

                                                                        and then...
                                                          i caught you texting poems
                                                              - behind the bathroom door -
                                                                      late at night
                                                                 "oh what a fright!"
                                                          (you even locked the door)

                                                      i caught you texting pretty prose
                                                            of cherry trees in bloom
                                                                    of wanton miss
                                                                                 &
                                                                   of the perfect kiss
                                                                                 &
                                                             the romance of full moon...

                                                                           now..
                                                         where did all that love go to?
                                                          just where did it all go to?
                                                      thought i kept it in my locket
                                                       all stitched up in my pocket
                                                                - thought that you did too..

                                                                   but pockets fray
                                                                  things get mislaid
                                                                       & lockets
                                                                            they break too
                                                                       & love
                                                                            like anything gets lost
                                                        i know this to be true
                                                                    ...  i surely do!

                                                                       "well...
                                                              happy birthday to me!"
                                                                                    - i sighed...
                                                        & stomped my stockinged feet
                                                       & clenched my fists
                                                                         (tighty tight)
                                                                  & gritteted my teeth

                                                                    ..but you were late
                                                                           (oh so late)
                                                              for a very important date
                                                                       & as you left
                                                                  you stole the cherry
                                                      right from off my birthday cake!

                                                          and so...
                                                                there you go
                                                                     (tip-toe)
                                                                          quiet as a mouse
                                                                      crushing hearts
                                                                                 &
                                                                        scoffing tarts
                                                                                 &
                                                                dropping crumbs about

                                                        ...turning tricks
                                                           & snuffing wicks
                                                                 & layering the charm
                                                                      & wondering
                                                              (in your handsome head)
                                                                "whatever is the harm?"

                                                            "too late!"
                                                                 "too late!"
                                                                       -he cried

                                                      run
                                                         run
                                                           run away...
                                                              -watched you run away

                                                                    bobtail wagging
                                                                   coat tails flapping
                                                               - whiskers in disarray!

                                                                       artful dodger
                                                                      roguish rodger
                                                           ..."oh, calamitous dismay!" 
                                                                                           (i say)

                                                                unlocked the door...
                                                                          saw you run

                                                      lipstick stains
                                                           (all cherry red)
                                                                to your collar clung
                                           sweat upon your handsome brow
                                                        had me all undone
                                                       & maraschino kisses
                                                still fresh upon your panting tongue!

                                                            ... guilty as a wily hare
                                                   whispering sweet nothings in my ear
                                                       (i fell into my nightmare)
                                                           "what, oh what, is going on?!"

                                                             the book - 50cmx70cm